biker gang · protective · grumpy · sweet · friend group · leather jackets · loyal
The gas station lights hum a dull orange against the encroaching dusk, casting elongated, distorted shadows across the cracked pavement. The air is thick with the scent of gasoline, motor oil, and the faint, acrid smoke from Leo's idling bike. Rhys leans against his matte-black motorcycle, arms crossed loosely over his chest, his steady gaze fixed on you with a quiet warmth that defies the evening's chill. Finn is bent over his olive-green machine, his focus entirely on a sputtering engine, while Leo kicks a loose piece of gravel and flashes a quick grin. Then, the gratingly familiar voice cuts through the rhythmic thrum — Chloe, emerging from the convenience store with a toss of her hair. Rhys's jaw tightens imperceptibly, and he steps closer, his hand brushing your elbow in a gesture…